Alyssa
After Zuri falls asleep, I place her in the new crib that I moved to King's office. It's peaceful and calm in there, and I didn't want to wake her if Gray happens to call in the middle of the night. I doubt I'll be going to sleep any time soon anyway, there's too much on my mind.
King finally emerges from upstairs into the living room, dressed in a black t-shirt that clings too tightly to his muscular frame and a pair of loose, grey sweatpants. His steps are nearly silent on the wooden floor as he makes his way to the kitchen. I hear a cabinet open and the soft clinking of glasses. Moments later, he reappears with two glasses filled with dark, amber liquid.
King silently hands me one of the glasses, his fingers brushing mine briefly before he settles into the armchair opposite me. I bring the glass to my nose and sniff: whisky. It's been a long time since I've tasted alcohol and I definitely need some after what happened today, so I take a tentative sip. The liquid sears its way down my throat, but it's a welcoming burn.
King takes a slow, measured sip from his glass, his intense amber eyes never leaving mine. "Tell me, Kitten," he begins, his voice low and probing. "Why did your card decline? I know you—you're the type to check your balance fifty times before even thinking about going into a store. And let's not forget, your husband is a fucking lawyer with wealthy parents. You're gonna tell me you've blown through your monthly allowance already?"
I laugh nervously, the sound awkward in the quiet room. "Yeah, I guess having a kid changed that. Mom brain, I guess. I think my card was just locked."
He tilts his head slightly, his eyes narrowing as he studies me. "And where was your phone? You could have easily unlocked it."
"I left it in the car," I reply quickly, my heart beginning to race. "If it's about me paying you back, I can-"
He growls, the sound raising goosebumps along my spine. "You know damn well it's not about money. I don't like liars, Kitten. I already know the truth. I just want to hear it from those pretty lips of yours."
He's bluffing, I convince myself. He doesn't know shit, and I refuse to tell him.
He takes another sip, his gaze unyielding, waiting patiently for a more satisfying answer.
"Okay, maybe I accidentally left it in my car. I didn't want you to have to go back for it."
"Oh, we can easily fix that. Get little Zuri back in the car, and we'll go pick it up."
"That's not necessary," I insist, striving to keep my voice calm and steady.
He raises a dark eyebrow. "Your phone isn't a necessity?"
"I mean, not tonight. We can just go pick it up another day."
He hums, stroking his chin as he continues to gaze at me. Then, without warning, he gets out of the chair and strides over to me. I try to flinch away, but he firmly grasp my chin, turning my face to the side.
"W-What are you doing?" I ask, my voice trembling.
Our eyes meet, raging chaos reflected in his amber depths. "Seeing the marks that motherfucker left on you so I know exactly where to stab him."
"What are you talking about?" I grit out, replacing my fear with anger.
He grabs the collar of my shirt, and rips it apart with his bare hands. I gasp. "King-"
"That's what I thought," he growls.
I don't have to look down to know what he's seeing. The blue and purple bruises are just beginning to heal from a few nights ago when Isaac unleashed on me. The skin is mottled and tender, each mark a reminder of the monster my husband has become.
"Please don't tell Gray," I plead in a whisper.
A wicked grin slowly spreads across his face. "What lengths will you go to make me keep my mouth shut?"
"What do you want?" I ask, trying to keep my voice steady.
"To fuck you," he answers without missing a beat.
I burst out in laughter, the sound hollow and strained. "You're kidding, right?"
He tilts his head, his expression deadly serious. "Does it look like I am?"
My face drops. "Y-You can't be serious. You're such a fucking asshole," I growl. "You're really going to blackmail me for sex?"
He hums, as if contemplating it. "Yeah, I guess I am."
I stare at him blankly, my mind racing. Was this his plan all along? Get me here in his house, knowing he already knew what was going on just so he could stick his filthy dick inside me?
I knew it. I knew he wasn't genuinely helping me.
"You're a monster," I spit, my voice shaking with a potent mixture of anger and betrayal.
His smile never falters. "Which is it, kitten? Are you going to bend that ass over my couch, or do you want me to do it for you?"
There's no doubt in my mind that the second he gets in contact with Gray, he'll spill everything before I even get the chance to explain. Gray, being the hot-headed, overprotective brother he is would go after him without thinking, and end up in prison for life. If I have to fuck King just to shut his stupid fucking mouth just until I figure out how to get away safely with Zuri, it's a chance I have to take.
Even if that makes me a whore, an adulterer. I'll do what I have to so King doesn't fuck up my plan.
I stand up, and yank down my leggings and panties as I glare at him. "Fine. Fuck me, but I won't enjoy it," I growl out, bending over the arm of the couch. "Matter of fact, after this is over, me and Zuri are leaving. I don't care if I have to hitchhike somewhere, I never want to see you again."
I don't mean it, I have nowhere else to go and I would never put Zuri in danger like that, but I'm just so fucking angry. I want to stab him in his fucking eyeball with a fork.
"Fuck, you're so cute when you're an angry little kitty," he groans, stepping closer.
Placing a firm hand on my lower back, I hear the quiet thud of his sweatpants coming down. He nudges my entrance, slowly rubbing the head of his cock up and down my slit, coating it in my natural wetness.
Fuck. This is really happening.
"You're making me a cheater," I point out angrily, feeling almost helpless. But not in the same way that Isaac has ever made me feel. I don't hate it as much as I want to.
"Don't worry, he'll be too dead to find out," King replies, his tone dripping with sadistic amusement. I can hear the stupid smirk in his voice.
"I hate you," I say between clenched teeth.
"I hate you," he mocks, mimicking my voice. "Hate me with this dick in your pussy."
With that, he rips through me.
Alyssa"Holy-" The air is forced from my lungs as King's huge cock stretches me painfully. Isaac was nowhere near this big. Frankly, no one should be this big.There was a rumor that went around our high school when he was a senior that he once sent a girl to the hospital because of how huge his dick was. I thought it was a bunch of bullshit, a rumor that King must've started himself, but I was very, very wrong."Fuck," King growls, pausing his movements as he fills me to the hilt. "If you didn't have a kid, I would swear you're a goddamn virgin. How is this pussy so tight?"All I can do is whimper in response, my body trembling with the strain of accommodating him. Maybe it's because Isaac hasn't had sex with me since I got pregnant with Zuri. He said he wasn't attracted to my body anymore, that I needed to lose weight. But how could I do that knowing he was tracking my every move? Besides, I could never leave our daughter alone with him."Is my dick too big for you, little kitten?"
KingFuck. I've never felt pussy this damn good in my entire existence.I can tell she hasn't been fucked properly in a long time. Probably never.It's a shame she hasn't felt the intoxicating mix of pain and pleasure before now. But I will show her what her body truly craves.Gripping the back of her neck, I drive into her tight pussy, each thrust fueling my obsession. I knew she'd agree to my bet. She's always been competitive, and in the past, she's beaten me. But she won't win tonight. I wasn't kidding when I said I would make her fucking scream and she'll enjoy every second of it."That's it. Take my cock like a good little slut," I coo."Fuck yo-"I smack her ass, and she lets out a surprised yelp. "Gray really fucked up raising you, huh?" I lean forward to whisper in her ear. "Seems like he didn't teach you a thing about respecting your elders. But that's okay, kitten. I'll train you to be a good girl for me."Sucking her earlobe into my mouth, I feel her pussy gush. Fuck, she'
NikolaiWith one final, brutal thrust, King's cum shoots down my throat. I swallow every drop of the salty discharge, groaning around his throbbing member in my mouth."Good fucking slut," King growls, withdrawing his cock and stuffing it back into his sweatpants. I kneel on the floor between his legs, waiting for his next instruction. He stares down at me with those intense, amber eyes. "What do you say?"I bite my lip. "Thank you, Daddy," I reply, feeling my own dick twitch. I wonder what had him so worked up in the first place that he fucked my mouth like it did something wrong to him. My jaw aches, but I don't mind it.This whole thing began a few years ago when I became curious about how it would feel to suck dick, so I asked King, and instead of kicking my ass like I thought he would, he yanked down his pants and forced his huge cock down my throat. It was honestly the hottest experience ever, and although we both still fuck women, I let him use my mouth when he needs it.It's f
AlyssaI wake up at 5am to Zuri's cries, her tiny voice piercing the early morning silence. It's her usual signal, letting me know that she's both hungry and ready to start the day.After I showered last night, I brought Zuri into King's guest bedroom so she could sleep beside me. She almost always sleeps through the night, but that also means she usually wakes up early as hell. I glance at the clock and sigh, my body still aching from yesterday's...well, from whatever the fuck I let happen to me yesterday."Come on, baby girl. Let's get you something to eat," I murmur, picking her up from her crib and quietly carrying her downstairs so I don't disturb King. I still haven't gotten over the fact he coerced me into sex, but I'm not selfish enough to make a bunch of noise and wake him up when he allowed us to stay overnight.I flip on the living room light, nearly jumping out of my skin when I see one of the three dumbasses that isn't King lounging in an armchair like he lives here."Wha
KingI set out on a mission to get my kitten a new phone and car. I know she lost our little bet, but I still want to take care of her and ensure her and Zuri never have to depend on that stupid, abusive asshole ever again.I pull up to the dealership on my bike, the roar of the engine dying as I kick the stand down. As I dismount, I spot a nervous salesman that approaches me in the parking lot like a goddamn mouse trying to ambush a mountain lion.He reaches his hand out, and I shake it, squeezing firmly enough that he knows who's in charge here, my eyes never leaving his.His face blanches. "Hello, Sir. My name is Jake. C-Can I help you?" he stammers. The way he's shaking, I'm pretty sure he's going to piss his fucking pants any moment."Yeah, you can actually. I'm looking for a car. Good mileage, very safe, comfortable, sexy. Can fit two...maybe three kids. I don't know, I haven't determined how many we're going to have yet. Oh, also has a wide trunk."His mouth gapes, opening and
KingWhen I return home, I find Niko on the couch, holding Zuri on his chest, sleeping like she doesn't have a care in the world. Must be nice."Where's our kitten?" I ask quietly to avoid disturbing Zuri."Upstairs sleeping. Our sweet girl was so exhausted, she didn't even wake when Zuri cried. Hopefully, she doesn't freak the fuck out when she wakes up and doesn't see her," he replies softly."How long has she been asleep?""A few hours."A smirk curls my lips. "Perfect. That means she won't mind being woken up."I stalk upstairs and find her asleep in the guest bedroom, her dark hair splayed across the pillow. The curtains are drawn shut, enveloping the room in darkness once I close the door.I climb into the bed, yanking the blanket away from her perfect body. My heart pounds in anticipation as I hold my breath, waiting to see if she'll wake up. She doesn't. Laying right behind her, the heat of her body draws me in like a moth to a flame. I lean in, inhaling her sweet, floral scen
AlyssaAfter King left, there was no way I was going back to sleep when his cum was leaking out of me. Instead, I took a cold shower to try to calm the throbbing between my legs. How could I possibly want more after that? When my body is already sore from the rough, brutal way he fucked me the past two nights?I literally feel so ashamed. I begged him to let me come, and then to make things worse, I screamed his name.What is wrong with me? Ugh, I need help!Does that asshole think he can just sneak into my bed, touch my pussy whenever he wants to, and I'm just going to...let him?I mean, yeah that's exactly what happened, but that's because I did lose that bet with him, and I also wasn't prepared to kick his ass.Next time I will be.After the shower, that does little to relieve my growing sexual frustration, I throw on some clothes and head downstairs. Zuri is sleeping on the couch beside Niko, her tiny body looking even more previous against the massive frame of the man sitting nex
MasonI pull in front of King's house on my bike, the weight of the new phone he asked me to bring tucked in my jacket pocket. It's not often King calls me over, so I assume something serious is going on.Nobody really ever explains shit to me, but it's not like I care. Ignorance is bliss, they say. I don't ask questions. I just do what I'm told and try to stay out of the way.In a way, I see myself as a vault. People come to me with their darkest secrets because "I'm such a good listener," but it's really just because I don't care enough to respond. Still, my memory is annoyingly exceptional, so I'm always gathering new information, filing it away for later.When I step inside, my eyes instantly land on Alyssa Carter, holding a rather large and alert baby in her arms.Interesting.So, I guess her and Isaac had a child together. Why is she here, then? In the home of the man she has always claimed to hate the most? She's dressed comfortably and barefoot, as if she spent the night.Okay